Its your job to make her want to **** man! Even really big sluts want to feel like they're playing hard to get and play all innocent because it makes them feel better about themselves when they let you skeet on their face! Crap man are you retarded?
Originally Posted by CHENZ A!:
Its your job to make her want to **** man! Even really big sluts want to feel like they're playing hard to get and play all innocent because it makes them feel better about themselves when they let you skeet on their face! Crap man are you retarded?
Stop going into it with the expectation of laying pipe.
Going out with a girl, having conversation, learning the ropes of the flow of a date is good experience. It was worth more than her lunch for that experience alone. Build on that.
You also need to know your spot in the food chain. Mid 20's virgins who live at home aren't exactly going to be pulling a Halle Berry look alike.
Originally Posted by Claythan:
Um, she wasn't offering. We weren't ****ing tonight. She flat out told me last night she had to be home at 3:30 because of her parents.
I don't think she's looking to **** anyway. She loves Jesus. I was actually considering NOT going today but knew it would be good for me.
I love Jesus and he wants me to have as much sex as is physically capable. Which bible are you reading anyway? [Reply]
I'm guessing the fat girl is whining to her online friends right now.... "After the dork showed up he started undressing me with his eyes and then when I saw all that loose skin I got a little grossed out and couldn't think of anything to say because I kept staring as miles of skin tucked into his shorts like a bathrobe. He kept asking if he could pee in my butt or if I would show him my "Arbies". I wish he'd have taken me to Papadeaux at least - I'd have gotten two Shrimp Brochette and then maybe it would have been worth it. He definitely misrepresented himself. I'll bet he molests his dog." [Reply]
Originally Posted by Phobia:
I'm guessing the fat girl is whining to her online friends right now.... "After the dork showed up he started undressing me with his eyes and then when I saw all that loose skin I got a little grossed out and couldn't think of anything to say because I kept staring as miles of skin tucked into his shorts like a bathrobe. He kept asking if he could pee in my butt or if I would show him my "Arbies". I wish he'd have taken me to Papadeaux at least - I'd have gotten two Shrimp Brochette and then maybe it would have been worth it. He definitely misrepresented himself. I'll bet he molests his dog."